Bo Peep is hiding under her bed.
She thought she’d turn things on its head.
Why should she have to run after her sheep
When all they do is bleat and sleep?
If they cared about her they’d come looking
to see what strange thing was cooking.
In order to help things move along,
She quietly sang a little song.
“Hidey hidey yo ho!
Come peep to find yo Bo!”
At first the ploy didn’t work.
She just lay there, her face a smirk.
Then to the rescue came a nose,
poked under the bed where she snoze.
Thanks! I’m in the middle of trying to get an entry for FridayFictioneers in 100 words or less.
That’s a sweet poem. Feeling loved is the perfect ening.
Thanks so much.
That was really cute, Nan. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne